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A witch that promised to return to him as a reincarnation of her previous self and all the power she posses.
But Gallowglass is tired of waiting and beseeches Diana to help him find her.
Little do they know however that the little witch with black blood may be able to help them; with time running out to find a cure for blood rage, the need to find her more than ever before.
But what happens when she finds them and has no recollection of her past life with Gallowglass?
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New to this verse. Have not read the books but I love the show and of course, I love Gallowglass and wanted him to have a happier story then simply pining after Diana all the time.
See as the show has been finished for a while now, I wasn't sure if anyone would be interested in a fic like this.
Let me know.
I am writing a Sam Heughan fan fiction (obviously) and I wrote a scene where Sam and the main character do a high class testing of cereal. Cute, fun and original.
Or so I thought!
For the first time today, I saw a clip for Sam’s new move ‘Love Again’ where his character does a similar high class testing of cereal.
I just want the internet to know that I thought of this idea myself and did NOT steal it from the movie.
I may steal Sam Heughan because he stole my heart, but I did not INTENTIONALLY and WITHOUT KNOWLEDGE steal the cereal scene.
If you doubt my authenticity, please contact my lawyer. You’ll be familiar with his work; he was the mosquito in ‘Bee Movie’ and sounds a lot like Chris Rock.
Novyi Zem had been both a traitor and a safe haven for my family.
There was no testing or mandatory service to the First Army in Novyi Zem; they were free to choose how they lived their lives. Or, they should have been.
My parents were stolen as children by slavers from Weddle, who then sold them to the Little Palace and they were forced to live the life of a Ravkan Grisha, instead of a free Zowa in Novyi Zem.
It had taken my Mother falling pregnant with me for the two of them to cross the Shadow Fold and flee; they wanted to make sure I had the choice they never had.
They had settled in Shiftport and hid their powers. After I was born however, they dreaded the day that I might be both blessed and cursed with the gift of small science.
I had been barely eight years old when I had been playing in the jurda fields, loving the smell and sight of the orange flowers. It was winter and the flowers were not in bloom; as an impatient child, I had touched a frozen stem, and sparked life back into it, to see the beautiful orange flower once again.
Unlike in Weddle, the people of Shiftport had protected and hidden me away when any slavers, Grisha hunters or pirates came calling. In exchange, I kept the jurda flowers, the villages main export, blooming all year round. As well as other crops that were required.
I had always wanted to go to the Little Palace, to learn about my ability; what I was or wasn’t capable of. My parents never told me what type of Grisha I was, or what they were either.
I guessed they thought if they kept me ignorant of the world, I would not be so eager to join it; which backfired spectacularly on them as I began to resent the secrets they kept from me.
When the fold had been torn down by the Sun Summoner and the Shadow Summoner had been killed, meaning there was no more mandatory service to the First Army, there was no longer any reason for me not to follow where my heart led me.
It did not take me long to find a collection of ships in Eames Harbour that would offer me cheapest and safest passage to Ravka.
The Volkyolny was the third ship I visited; I could see the crew loading the ship with supplies; two of whom I noticed, a man and a woman, happened to be Shu.
I had not encountered many descendants from Shu Han. In fact I could only recall one, who had been a merchant collecting a shipment of jurda. I had been very young and had stared too openly, with bright green eyes that the merchant noticed and taken offence too.
Now that I was older, my intrigue had not diminished, though my manners had evolved enough that no longer stared so openly.
They had short jet black hair that shone with streaks of white in the sunlight. Unlike other members of the crew that had been tanned by the sun, the two of them still appeared quite pale.
There was something about their slanted eyes that intrigued me, they reminded me of a sunflower seed. A comparison that seemed even more fitting as the brown of their eyes reminded me of the center of a sunflower.
Spying a man standing at the end of a ramp that bridged the gap between the dock and ship, supervising as the crew of the ship carried supplies up and down the ramp. I surmised that he was the captain.
“Excuse me,” I greeted as I approached.
He stared at me with a scowl that seemed permanently settled on his face, “Yes?”
“How much to book passage from here to Ravka?” I asked.
“Fifty kruger.” he told me promptly.
“What time do you leave?” I asked, wanting to know how long I had to search for a cheaper option before I had to make a decision.
“Dawn.” he replied, just as the male Shu descended the ramp, clearly hearing the last word his captain had said, prompted him to speak.
“Long may the night carry our souls, Until the dawn renews us.” he quoted, smiling happily.
“Urgh, enough with the poetry.” said the female Shu as she clomped down the ramp with heavy feet.
“That was from Rabinov.” he explained, “Canto Sixteen.”
“Canto Seventeen, actually.” I corrected as I weight my pouch of money in my hand, more concerned with how light it felt and not the people around me.
When I looked up however, I saw three pairs of very stunned eyes looking at me intensely. I didn’t think my words would provoke such a strong reaction and looked around, thinking there must be some other explanation but all of their eyes stayed trained on me.
“Did she just correct your poetry?” the Shu woman asked in disbelief.
“I believe she did.” said the Shu man, his voice sounding dazed as he stared at me; his eyes practically burrowing into my skin, his gaze was so intense.
Both the woman and the captain cackled with loud laughter.
Feeling as if I had somehow offended someone, probably the Shu man, I turned on my heel and fled the awkward situation as fast as I could. But I felt a pair of eyes watching every step I took before I turned the corner and was out of sight.
I visited another three ships, the price going higher with each ship. That left me with only one option; the Volkyolny.
Unfortunately, that left me with not enough to money to pay for a bed to sleep for the night. Instead, I simply wandered the streets of Eames Chin with nothing but my thoughts for company.
I couldn’t help think back to the last words I had said to my parents, the weight of them laying heavily upon my shoulders; “You're taking my choices away. Just as the slavers took yours.”
The words hung so heavily on my mind that I felt my shoulders slump with the effort. My words had been harsh, but I didn't regret saying them.
That was what bothered me; that I did not feel guilty about the pain I saw in their eyes. I was too concerned with my own.
As I walked by a small window box, I saw the plants within it were droopy and brown, bent over like they too, had the weight of the world on top of their own tiny stems.
I may not have been able to relieve my own burdens, but I could help with theirs; I ran my hand over the top of them and watched as the stems turned green once again and slowly straightened up, standing tall once more before a small white flower began to bloomed.
Smiling to myself, I felt my heart feel lighter for just a moment, before the weight returned. Taking a deep breath, I shifted the strap of my pack a little more securely on my shoulder and continued on my way.
As the first rays of light began to peak over the horizon, I made my way back down to the docks and quickly found the ‘Volkyolny’.
I saw a few passengers boarding the ship, stumbling slightly over the lip of the ramp and side of the ship whilst the crew scurried about the deck, preparing to leave.
The captain was once again standing at the foot of the ramp between the dock and the ship. Marching over to him, his eyes sparked in recognition as he saw me, “Decided to join us did you?”
My answer was to hand him my bag of gold.
He weighed it in his hand for a moment, testing the weight to see if it was the correct, before he offered me a small nod, “Captain Sturmond.” he introduced himself.
“Flora.” I told him as I gripped my bag firmly in my hand.
Each step I took up the ramp felt important; as if I was walking away from who I was, everything that I had known.
Novyi Zem, Shiftpoint, my family, my friends, the jurda fields; they made my bag weigh heavily in my hand, as if it was some sort of anchor, desperately pulling against me to stay put… but I was stronger.
As I reached the top of the ramp I was surprised to see a hand outstretched in front of me, towards the hand that held my bag. Following up the muscled arm to its owner, I saw the Shu man looking down at me.
I frowned in confusion for a moment before I realized he was offering to take my bag for me. I looked up at him bemusedly as I handed him my bag.
His curious eyes met mine with a small, yet kind smile as he offered his other hand to me, palm up, silently offering to help me over the awkward transition from the ramp to the deck of the ship.
Placing my hand in palm, his thumb pressed down across the length of my fingers in order to help me up.
“Welcome aboard.” he said, those his words were simple enough, I felt as if there was more meaning behind him; like a promise of things to come.
Perhaps that was why I felt an excited flap of butterflies in my stomach and my heart skip as my eyes locked with his. I was certainly afraid, I’d be foolish not to be, but that didn’t stop me from stepping closer to him and onto the ship.
That sent a strange thrill through me, being fearful of something, and doing it anyway. Once my feet were firmly planted on the deck of the ship, I looked around excitedly, pulling my hand from his as I took in the strange surroundings of the ships, its cargo and crew.
I wasn’t so distracted however that I missed the small, secretive smile he had as he looked after me.
Clearly this story has more to give; I just don't know what it is.
I would like prompts, suggestion and feedback as to where you think this story could go next because... well... I have nothing.
Any help, whether that be suggestions, prompts, problems or observations would be greatly appreciated.
Quarantine has given me far too much time, so I binge watched Vampire Diaries, The Originals and I just finished Legacies.
Watching all the series back-to-back, gave me an interesting idea for a fanfic about Kol Mikaelson and Josie Saltzman; which was kind of obvious given the title of this post.
Not that I totally don’t ship Posie and think the Davina and Kol story isn't one of the greatest love stories of all time.
But there was something about Kol being such a bad-boy/rebel/psychotic maniac and Josie being such a good-girl/pure cinnamon roll/resting concerned pouty face that inspired a story idea.
And because I crave approval from strangers on the internet because my mother could never give it to me, I thought I'd ask if anyone would be interested in a fic like this.
Just a quick question today for all you Shadow and Bone fans out there.
Particularly if you’re a Darkling Fan, or a Ben Barnes Fan.
Or Both.
I was throwing around a fanfiction idea: whilst we know there have been a few Shadow Summoners before Alexander, it would seem that there have been none since him.
So my idea what basically him finding another Shadow Summoner and how that romantic dynamic would play out. Curious? Because I am!
Let me know if you’d be interested in reading it!
-Tea Enthusiast
P.S If there was a Sun Summoner AND another Shadow Summoner, who do you think Alexander would choose? I mean, as a character who is all about power, I assume two Shadow Summoner’s would be stronger than one Sun Summoner, but let me know your thoughts
Shadow and Bone Modern AU & 365 Dni/Days Crossover
And just like herpes, I am back my lovelies.
Or, just like the pandemic, I never really left...
Anyway, another round of lockdown in my home of Australia has rekindled my fanfic writing love. The problem is however, I’m afraid the lack of real human contact might have made me a little insane in terms of valid story ideas.
Scratch that, I'm entirely certain it has.
Which is why I’m posting again to see if anyone would be reading this little plot bunny that has been jumping around my head. I mean, lets be honest, quarantine has an abundance of two things for me; Netflix and Fanfics.
This idea of course, starts with the Shadow and Bone series!
I’ve been a fan of Ben Barnes since his Caspian days and seeing him as the Darkling and his chemistry with Jessie as Alina, I just loved it so much!
Yes, I ship Darklina. But are you really surprised?
I’m sure by now everyone is familiar with the soft porn that was 365 Dni / 365 Days. A polish-italian-english smut fantasy that was made into a movie. I have mentioned it before in my desperate and shameful Netflix experiments.
Basically, the story is about an Italian gangster who had a near death experience, where he saw this woman. He becomes obsessed with finding this woman and when he does, he kidnaps her! He tells her that he will keep her for one year (hence the name) and if after that time she doesn’t fall in love with him, he’ll let her go. His way of trying to get her to love him, is buying everything she wants, whisking her away on trips around the world and having a bunch of hot/crazy sex...
And I just thought, ‘Wow. Kind of reminds me of what the Darkling does to Alina. He takes her away from the life she’s known against her will. Does a bunch of things to get her to fall in love with him and it kind of works...’
So this is where the reincarnation idea comes in. I mean, the Darkling had waited a long time for Alina to show up the first time. Kind of made me think he would wait just at long, if not longer, for her to show up the second time...
I think you can all see where I’m headed with this idea. My question is though... should I? Would any of you be interested in reading something like that?
Or is the shame bell going to be my new notification sound for Tumblr?
At this point, I’m pretty sure everyone has watched everything on netflix.
From foreign cinema to porn from the cinema. And I thought, why not combine the two together?
My favourite finds during this quarantine have been the Turkish series Dolunay, hello Ferit Aslan!
Hello to Can Yaman in general really. Erkenci Kus and Bay Yanlis have also been some enjoyable viewing, I highly recommend.
Then there was the Turkish series Ramo. Only the first season! Thirty minutes into the second season I called it quits, I couldn’t do it. But the first season is about two rival families; high class mobsters vs lower class gangsters. To stop the blood-shed between their families, they go old school and make the respective heirs of each family get married.
Surprise, surprise, they hate each other but that hatred soon turns into respect... then admiration... then love.
Arranged/Fake marriage, hatred to love... you guys see where I’m going with this? Dolunay meets Ramo.
Then there was the soft porn that was 365 Dni / 365. Days. A polish-italian-english smut fantasy that was made into a movie!
Basically, the story is about an Italian gangster who had a near death experience, where he saw this woman, who made him want to live; don’t walk towards the light and all that jazz.
He becomes obsessed with finding this woman and when he does, he kidnaps her! He tells her that he will keep her for one year (hence the name of the movie) and if after that time she doesn’t fall in love with him, he’ll let her go. His way of trying to get her to love him, is buying everything she wants, whisking her away on trips around the world and having a bunch of hot/crazy sex. The sex being consensual and when she’s ready.
So romantic... at least by Tumblr and fanfic standards.
But the main character, Massimo, played by Michele Morrone, is some serious eye-candy; Italian class mixed with American bad-boy.
Side Note: already coming up with a 365 Dni / 365 Days crossover fanfic with the Turkish show Ramo.
But as someone so controlling, business orientated, arrogant and cold demeanour, it reminded me so much of Ferit Aslan in Dolunay that of course, a crossover story formed in my mind.
I mean, given how controlling Ferit is, I don't think it’s TOO MUCH of a stretch to think he could kidnap someone in an attempt to make them love him. I mean, the whole employment contract with Nazli and then buying her restaurant, its all in the same crazy-controlling-love.
So I thought I would throw this idea out into the universe, or at least Tumblr, of a crossover fanfic between Dolunay and 365 Dni/365 Days, to see if this is something anyone would read or like to read.
Quarantine has put my brain into overdrive and I dont know which of my ideas are good anymore! I’m hoping you Can Yaman/Dolunay fans will tell me.
Feel free to like, comment or message me to let me know your thoughts.
Is anyone else so starved for entertainment during quarantine that they have branched out to watching foreign series?
Or if you already knew how great Turkish series are and have already watched a few?
Either way, I have developed a huge crush on Can Yaman because, well, how can you not?
Of course I have/need to write a fanfic about him and I am so spoiled for choice I don’t know which of his characters I want to write about! So I figured I’d leave it up to you guys; who do you want me to write about?
Ferit Aslan from Dolunay
Can Divit from Erkenci Kus
Or Ozgur Atasoy from Bay Yanlis
Let me know: Message, Comment, IM, Smoke Signals...
Here’s Chapter 4, which happens to be one of my favorites. :)
And:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2 and 3
Chapter 4: The Confession
Breakfast was a much less awkward affair then she had expected. There were some family members and friends wandering around, but she was able to sit quietly by herself and eat. She heard the others whispering in the other rooms, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. She wondered if Maks had told them to give her some peace and quiet. If so, she was grateful, because she needed it. Meryl finished eating and went to the sink to wash her dishes.
“Absolutely not! Leave it!” Mama Chmerkovskiy, as Meryl came to refer to her in her head, came around the corner. She pulled the dishes out of Meryl’s hands. “You’re the guest!”
“I don’t mind. Really. I - …”
“No.”
And that was the end of that. Meryl retreated to her room and saw that she still had half an hour before she could leave without being too suspiciously early to meet Maks. She picked up her phone and decided to call Charlie.
So I’m still at my parents farm so I cant really post anything.
But on the bright side, I’m getting some good writing done!
I never realized how much I procrastinated until now. Its honestly frightening. I guess my university education was good for something after all.
Anyway, with writing comes problems and normally I can solve these problems with procrastination and a good internet connection. Currently I do have said tools of blissful procrastination so instead, I have been going around in circles, turning this same problem, so many times in my head that I’m pretty sure my brain is eating itself.
Of course, that’s where you guys come it.
The reason I am at my parents farm is because my mother is unwell and I’ve been looking after her. The two of us are very different people, so trying to find something to watch that both of us will enjoy is next to impossible.
But lately we’ve started watching old season of the American version of Dancing With The Stars.
Its been a bonding experience for us but most of all it has given me SO many ideas that I’m having trouble choosing which one to work on!
If you are at all familier with DWTS you will know of the dynamic duo that is Val and Maks Chmerkovskiy. For those of you who are not, to sum them up; gorgeous Russian men who ballroom dance…
Wait, did I just describe my perfect man? Back on topic! I should not get distracted.
So I have fallen in love with the Maksyl Ship. AKA Meryl Davis and Maksim Chmerkovskiy. And yes, I know this ship has pretty much been dead since 2015 but I don’t care. LOOK AT THEM!
Then we have Val and I absolutely adore his girlfriend, another dancer from DWTS, Jenna. I’m so on board for the Valenna ship! He’s a pro, she’s a back-up dancer, it’s the stuff fanfics are made of. But more importantly, look how adorable they are!
I love Maksyl and I love Valenna. The problem is, I have a story idea involving an original character of my own creating and I’m not sure who I should pair her with.
You’ve probably guessed by now, but I would like you guys to vote on which Chmerkovskiy brother you would like to see have his own original fanfic.
I am of course writing a Maksyl and Valenna fic, but I want to gauge the interest level with this original fic. So comment, message, like, even carrier pidgeon is acceptable in you guys letting me know what you want.
I know you are all patiently waiting for new chapters, which I appreciate. But for the past couple of weeks my mother has been unwell and I have been looking after her. My parents also happen to live at the far reaches of the galaxy where they have no internet.
Horrifying I know.
But I am using this rare moment where I have access to modern technology to write a rant in the hopes that you guys will respond and I will get over this terrible writers block I am having and we can all fanfic on together!
So we all know how my fanfic writing process goes, I get a crush on a certain celebrity, Kit Harington/Richard Madden/Oscar Isaac and so forth. Then I get story ideas and want to write about them. I’ll obsess for a little while in which every story I ever think of suddenly stars said latest celebrity crush before I calm down a little bit and start to think about which story really fits with said crush.
What you may not know however is that I sometimes get girl crushes too that work in exactly the same way! I find a female celebrity I like, and suddenly she is the heroin in every one of my stories! Amazing right? WRONG!
This has only ever happened to me twice, the first time was with Adelaide Kane.
First she was going to play Lyanna Mormont in a Jon Snow/Game of Thrones fanfiction. But then I saw how many awesome gifs there were of her as Lyanna Stark and I got the idea that she would be an actress playing the role of Lyanna Stark on television and would have like a little love triangle with the two actors playing her love interests on the show, but really, she’s only interested in the actor that plays her son; Kit.
Then I saw some of Adelaide Kane’s footage from Power Rangers and I thought; wouldn’t it be cool if she was in a new Star Wars movie with Henry Cavil and they fell in love?
Then I saw some of her work from Reign and I thought, wouldn’t it be cool if she was in a Shakespeare production with Tom Hiddleston and they fell in love?
The list is endless. But the same character having multiple love interests? That seemed a bit confusing. Then different characters all with different love interest all sharing the same face? That seemed even more confusing!
Unsure of what to do, I put all those stories on hold. Tragic I know as some of them sound pretty good right?
Well now lovelies, it has happened again.
Lovelies, my new girl crush, is Meryl Davis.
If you don’t know who she is, do yourselves a favour and look her up. She is an Olympic Gold Medallist who also happens to have the personality of a Disney princess.
Of course if you research Meryl, you will come across her ‘Dancing With The Stars’ partner, Maksim Chmerkovskiy and of course I will be writing a fic about them. How can I not? I mean, I know I’m a little behind in the fandom, this ship set sail in 2014, but still. LOOK AT THEM!
Anyway, so as my girl crush on Meryl developed, suddenly she was in all my storyline ideas.
Keanu Reeves movie where she plays his love interest? Excellent. Even an AU idea of Keanu being a Doctor and having to treat Meryl, his patient, as he develops feelings for her. Boo yah!
Then, Jason Momoa. Meryl is such a fairy princess, seeing her tame a big tough guy like Momoa would just be too sweet to bare!
Of course, then the flood gates burst and I had fic ideas about her and Tom Hiddleston, Tom Hardy, Joel Kinnaman, Cillian Murphy… I could go on here but I wont.
My point is, I need help!
Do any of these suggested ideas sound particularly interesting to you?
Or do I just write them all and call them ‘The Adventures of Meryl/Adelaide’ and write each fic in its own universe with the same heroine, just with a different love story and a different guy?
I think this no internet thing is making me crazy. I mean, George RR Martin’s latest book could have been released and I would have no idea. This is a scary, scary place for me lovelies.
So I’ve been sick with a stomach bug the last couple of days, hence why there wasn’t a new chapter this week.
And I dont know about you, but when I’m sick, all I wanna do is lay on the couch all day and watch trashy TV. Said trash happened to be Dancing With The Stars.
Lately I’ve been trying to think of a new Kit fic and watching the trashy show just sort of melded together in my head in some sort of fever dream with Kit being a really hot ballroom dancer.
So this got me thinking, would this work as an AU for Kit and Beezus? Could it be a new couple? I dont know. But a very sexy Kit teaching a very unsexy girl how to be sexy....
I’m not sure how many of these Writer Rants I have posted now, but this one is about a new Richard Madden fanfic I am working on.
Due to Richard’s recent splurge in activity on his social media, those beautiful blue eyes are just begging me to write a story. And at first I think its going to be a good old fashioned, Richard Madden story.
I was watching Cinderella and thought I could include some hints of that Charming character in the story.
But then I did a rewatch of Game of Thrones and remembered what a great character Robb Stark was, which of course, made me want to write a fic about him.
AND THEN! Because I’m an idiot, I started to watch Medici and holy hell if I didn’t fall in love with Cosimo and Contessa’s story! Falling for each other after you are already married? Love it.
So I have the problem of needing to focus my writing energy on just one of these stories and god damn it I cant do it! All of these characters are so good!
Instead of being a grown-up and actually choosing just one character to write about, I think, “Hey! Why not write about all of them?”
Confused? Let me explain.
I’m thinking I will create a bit of an Alternative Universe, similar to Game of Thrones in which we will have Prince Richard, who will soon become King. He must quit his man-whoring ways and marry an advantageuos match for the good of the realm.
The strong and bold Richard must marry a forgien princess, whose last marriage left her crippled, but very wealthy. The slip of a girl poses no threat, but her mother, who is rumoured to have murdered her daughters last husband for his mistreatment of her, is a snake that is coiled to strike at any moment.
After the murder of Richard’s father, he is crowned King and the realm is forced into a war to overthrow other scheming monarchist who are trying to invade Richard’s kingdom.
Although Richard’s new wife is by his side, he holds no love for her and prefers the company of his mistresses. Going so far as to ask for his marriage to be dissolved,
But with not only her own life threatened but her country as well, Richard’s new wife proves to be his match in every way, strong willed and cunning. But has the damage he has already done ruined their chances at ever having a happy marriage?
Sound interesting? I had originally planned this story for a modern take.
Famed actor Richard Madden has recieved a leg injury that not only makes it hard for him to perform, but hard to walk. While undertaking rehabilitation therapy, he is partnered with a fellow cripple who does nothing but annoy him.
Apart from their shared hatred of one another and the rehabilitation program, the two find that they have more in common than either of them realized. But can love truly form when it is surrounded by so much hatred and pain?
Let me know if either, or at least one of these stories interest you. As I’ve previously said, my current Richard Madden story is coming to a close and I am in search of a new project to feed not only my Madden addiction, but yours as well.
